Panning Poems - Poems about Panning

Dawn blazed gold, as my quest for gold began. I saw flickers of gold, twirl around the pan. Flashing between, the pebbles and sand. But then they arose, floating out of my hand. Sunflowers flashed golden smiles to the sun. But bowed their heads when dusk was done. For the glitter of gold, needs light to shine. Fading to rust and orange,...

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In one short conversation: First lie- you paid for the grandparent's funeral. No, it was already paid by them in advance with their money thru someone else. Second lie-you know she didn't like our father; no, I despised your father. The father abused me, because he knew about the real father. Third lie-It was all about the poisoned...

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It's still flowing, never stopping to change direction Cuts are made without sharpening, perfection; Behold the pain; beholden, the bastard This river's banks, always see the last word The stream of water that only the ravens tend; Panning for painful metaphors; to no end Flowing; with all the liquidity of a snake There's just more confusion in its wake Why has this...

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Sifting slurry through my word sieve occasional bright flashes give hope but there is so much dross and the yellow flakes in my quicksilver amalgam may be naught but fool’s gold....

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Goober went panning for gold in the creek Hot and bothered, needed to take a leak ~ Goober pulled down his drawers His hose produced more and more ~ Cried, "O, my, but doesn't liquid gold reek!"...

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Careful watch your step, or so I am told By many a friend who has travelled there, Among the rubble while panning for gold. Some of the tourists’ adventures extolled Many searching are blessed with a flair, Careful, watch your step, or so I am told. Do not be naïve, be always quite bold For many fellow seekers do not care, Among the...

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Sifting, sifting Listening, listening baffled and hoping that we’ll be Friends in the end; Watching, watching; Looking for what’s glistens. As I contemplate on those who may shine. Nuggets of truth surface sublime, Who shall stand the test of time? Yet time has already shown its hand. And only fool’s gold is left in my pan. Sifting, sifting, desperately praying ...

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Oceans of dreams to Sail in a lifetime are gold; I pan to, know self. ...

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PANNING FOR GOLD Sifting, sifting Listening, listening baffled and hoping that we’ll be Friends in the end; Watching, watching; Looking for what glistens. As I contemplate on those who may shine. Nuggets of truth surface sublime, Who will stand the test of time? Yet time has already shown its hand. And only fool’s gold left in my pan. Sifting, sifting, praying That your sincerity would shine, leaving no doubt. Not...

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eat and crap rinse-repeat seeking freedom in between another season blooms alone holiday bulbs icy homes eat and crap rinse repeat seeking love in between fleeing love warping mind expanding space slowing time eat and crap rinse repeat young to old in half a blink panning for god in parched creek stomping brambles in bare feet reaper craps on paper doors darkness has arrived to even scores...

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For a time we all must go away, like orphaned memories whos' only wish is to remain... like windchimes in a hurricane we lose the scent of song of self of flesh seeking to find what we think we want and wish for- For a time we must all go our way, running swift to gleen the chain to stroll from happy-saited-just to suckle pain: lone...

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angel face decided her face needed more holes decided to infect perfection with imperfection. My eyes walked from face hole to face hole, each one trapping me for a second. Filling one hole at a time, with gentle fantasies dangling merrily from her lip ring- She ignites thoughts of impurites, her tiny hands whisper across the cash register, " you'll be here tomorrow buying things you...

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old memories,we,now refine, through a mesh of hand-me-downs,define...

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If we, would unworldly be knowledge thereof,first must see- seiving wisely,sets us free Inspired by Rom 12:2 in a Shakespeare triplet form...

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He is an old pan man and knows how to pan Finding gold is easy, the tricky one is diamond A diamond in the rough is a crude old stone But the one he would polish would be his own. So the pan man saw many a bauble, fine gems Worn by the great and by the not great at...

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